“Look at you like what?” I ask with a coy smile.
“Like you can’t wait for me to have my filthy way with you.”
A chuckle bubbles past my lips. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”
A low, rumbly growl sounds in Finn’s throat as he dips his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Heat shoots down my spine, pooling low in my belly, as the sound of him inhaling deeply fills my ears. Nuzzling his nose all around like he’s trying to catalog my scent to memory, he works his way down, pressing kissing to my overheated flesh. He nips at my collarbone before going lower, tugging my sensitive nipple between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.
My entire body feels as if electricity is surging through it. Every single inch of me can feel the gentle press of his lips, the hot, wet glide of his tongue, and the tingling ache of his teeth as he takes his time exploring my chest. Finn finds my hands, linking our fingers as he drags my arms above my head. As he pins them to the pillow, he lifts his head, lips finding mine and taking them in a kiss that steals my breath away.
Finn kisses me purposefully. With passion and need and…love.
He kisses me like he loves me.
Tongue gliding against mine, he savors my mouth as he shifts the hold of both of my hands to one of his, bringing the other down to wrap around my throat. He squeezes just enough to make my heart race and my balls throb. Enough to let me know he has me, but not enough to cut off my air. His lips are alreadydoing a good enough job of that anyway, and I’ll gladly gasp for air because of him any day.
We make out like this for a while, until my head is dizzy and my lips are swollen. We’re both hard, and every once in a while, Finn will allow his stiff length to slide against mine, the sensation electric, but only for a moment. Just enough to make me gasp into his mouth and want to beg for more. Eventually, his lips leave mine, eagerly working a hot path along my jawline, then down my neck again, until he unabashedly buries his nose in my armpit.
My cheeks flame. The sound of his deep, shameless inhale and the growl that follows is downright animalistic and filthy. Lowering his body against mine, Finn rolls his hips, his thick, juicy erection rutting against my own as he continues to breathe me in. He moves to the other one, showing it the same attention. My body is so keyed up for him and every single touch that I’m leaking a sticky mess all over my stomach. I need him inside of me like I’ve never needed anything in my life, but this—every teasing brush and lick—is keeping me more than satisfied in the meantime. Watching how far gone Finn is for me, like he can’tnottouch me.
When he works his way down my body, my stomach flutters, anticipation welling up inside of me. His hot, slick tongue dips into my navel before going even lower. A moan rises in my throat as Finn leans over, nipping at my hip, an explosion of unbridled arousal flooding my veins.
With my hands free, I push myself up onto my elbows, glancing down at him as I murmur a breathy, “Daddy…”
Peering at me from beneath his lashes, with heavy eyelids and glassy eyes, he smirks wickedly before biting down on me again, but this time on the other side. My hips lift off the bed of their own accord, the need coursing through both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time.
“Touch me, daddy,” I beg, feeling like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t.
“Where do you want daddy to touch you?” Finn drags a teasing finger across my waist before asking, “Here?”
I shake my head, a whimper falling off my lips. “Lower.”
Using the same finger, he traces a featherlight path down my thigh, brow arched as he peers up at me. “Here?”
Grinding down on my molars, a frustrated groan rolls up my throat. “Please.”
Finn breathes out an infuriating and sexy laugh before, without ever breaking eye contact, he runs the flat of his tongue along the length of my cock. “Oh, did ya mean here?” he chuffs, that damn mouthwatering smirk cutting into his cheeks. “You want daddy to suck your cock, is that it?”
“Fuck,” I huff out. “Yes! Fucking please! I’m dying here.”
Heat and humor dance in his eyes as he looks from my face down to my hard, throbbing dick, the tip slick and engorged, twitching under his hungry gaze. “Well, can’t have that, can we?” he drawls, voice like rich, top-shelf bourbon. A garbled gasp flies out of me as he wraps a tight, firm grip around the base and closes his lips around the crown.
My eyes roll back, and I grip the blanket underneath me as I’m engulfed in absolute heaven. His tongue swirls around the tip, a groan sounding from him as he cleans up the pre-cum pooling at the slit, then hollows his cheeks and sinks down, taking as much of me in his mouth as he can. Finn’s shoulders heave as he gags, but he doesn’t let that deter him.
“Fuck, you’re getting good at this,” I moan, threading my fingers through the strands atop his head. Mouth full, he peers up at me from beneath his wet lashes, eyes practically twinkling with excitement. “Think you got deeper this time before you gagged.”
Dragging his hand up my abdomen, he rolls a taut nipple between two fingers, tugging on it and flicking the jewelry, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. I moan from the double sensation, and it’s as if the sound spurs Finn on. In an instant, he seems to abandon slow and teasing, sucking my dick like his life depends on it. He skillfully twirls his tongue around before taking me deep, while tugging on my full, achy balls at the same time.
“Fuck,”I rasp. “Just like that, daddy. Mmm, fuck, you suck me so good.”
Without stopping, he peers up at me, pupils blown wide, and brings three fingers to my lips. Knowing exactly what he wants, I part them, letting him slide them across my tongue. I suck on them, getting them nice and wet while never taking my eyes off the way his swollen, red lips stretch around my cock. Finn brings the spit-slick digits down, dragging them behind my balls and over my taint before easing one past the tight muscle. My jaw relaxes as he works a second in, scissoring them and stretching me so fucking good. By the time he works the third finger in, my body is coiled tight, and I’m about to combust.
Balls tingling, heat pooling low in my spine, I cry out, “Stop… stop! I don’t wanna come yet.”
Finn pulls his mouth off at the same time he withdraws his fingers from my ass, and when he sits back on his haunches, he flashes me the sexiest grin that brightens his whole face. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen and slick, and his eyes heavy and nearly black with lascivious hunger, Finn Moore looks like an insatiable god. I watch, rapt, as he wraps one of his large hands around his equally large cock, stroking it lazily, his eyes laser focused on me.
His gaze is so intense I canfeelit like a physical touch all through my body. Mirroring him, I close my fist around my length, matching his speed as I pump myself for him to watch. His gaze bounces between my face and my dick.
“Fuck me,” I moan, biting down on my bottom lip as that panty dropping smile returns.
